


Join The Party - Sander Sides Smut

by breathing_exe



Series: Sander Sides - Through The Walls [3]
Category: Sanders Sides (Web Series)
Genre: Anal Fingering, Anal Play, Anal Sex, Anxiety, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders is a Sweetheart, Bottom Thomas, Creativity, Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders In Love, Dom Logic | Logan Sanders, Dom/sub Undertones, Gay Logic | Logan Sanders, Gratuitous Smut, Inspired by Sanders Sides, Jealous Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Jealous Logic | Logan Sanders, Jealous Morality | Patton Sanders, Logic, M/M, Morality, Prince Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Romantic Anxiety | Virgil Sanders/Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Rough Body Play, Rough Sex, Sanders Sides Bang, Semi-Public Sex, Shameless Smut, Smitten Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Smut, Sub Morality | Patton Sanders, Thomas Sanders References, voyageism
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2019-02-22
Updated: 2019-02-22
Packaged: 2019-11-03 15:52:29
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,632
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17880713
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/breathing_exe/pseuds/breathing_exe
Summary: [Third Issue of Sander Sides Through The Walls. Again, not mandatory to read the last two but there are references.](Dedicated and inspired by lpssunconuree on Wattpad)“...I think it's quite interesting, the idea that Thomas would feel [the other’s] feelings during that but I feel so bad for Thomas. I kinda wonder what would happen if one of his friends were over and they witnessed that..”Well then let's see, shall we?





	Join The Party - Sander Sides Smut

(Dedicated and inspired by lpssunconuree on Wattpad) 

“...I think it's quite interesting, the idea that Thomas would feel [the other’s] feelings during that but I feel so bad for Thomas. I kinda wonder what would happen if one of his friends were over and they witnessed that..” 

_ Well then let's see, shall we? _

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Lately, Thomas has been dreading having to come up with new video ideas each week. His head just wasn’t in it. His mind drifted to the idea of putting it off and just hanging out with his friends but he called them over specifically for work. He felt a harsh tug in his stomach, as though a warning, come from Logan. He now can distinguish who does what but it’s not exactly something he’s proud of. He ignored it and began preparing an excuse to avoid doing work. And just like that Logan came out. Thomas knew what was coming so he looked down at the table as his two friends bounce ideas off of each other. Logan leaned against the table, arms crossed. His hips were right in Thomas’s view; he averted his eyes but felt his face burn up slightly. 

“Thomas…” Logan dragged out. He felt that Logan was mad at first but now he feels something different. It was perplexing to Thomas but he kept his eyes low. 

“Thomas? What do you think?” Joan had concentration knit in their brow as they bit at a piece of dry skin on their finger. 

A bit disoriented, Thomas didn’t know how to answer the sudden question. 

Logan’s movements startled him but he couldn’t show it, tempted to watch him walk around to his backside. He couldn’t focus on so many things at once, especially if no one can know that his sides were real. In the beginning, he thought what he had was normal, at least until they touched him. No one is able to actually interact with their sides let alone be intimate with apart of themselves. He felt warmth by his ear. 

“Maybe we should leave that for a later video…” Logan whispered hotly, although it was ridiculous to do so since no one else could hear him. These words slipped out effortlessly from Thomas’s lips, as though completely his own words. Joan nodded in agreement and continued shuffling through ideas. Thomas felt bad. Looking over Logan’s appearance he knew he interrupted something between him and Patton. That must have been why he didn’t feel the need to take this seriously; Logan was occupied. Logan was already aggravated before he appeared, must have had a bit of a disagreement with Patton. 

“You two alright?” Thomas asked in his mind to Logan. The side came around to his front again and looked over Thomas. An air of heat and desire always followed Logan but today there was more than usual. His eyes sent flames down Thomas’s skin. 

“We’re fine. You don’t need to worry about it right now.” With a lingering look, Logan walked over to Talyn and Joan, looking over their shoulders at the papers on the table. 

“Seems like they got a good idea, you should work on it with them.” He planted himself sideways on Joan’s lap, looking over the other papers. Thomas watched with wide eyes, feeling Joan’s heat under him without even being near him. Logan wiggled to get comfortable, adjusting his glasses. Thomas places his head in his hands in frustration and embarrassment but got to work.  

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Pulling on his button up and glasses, Thomas stood in front of the camera. After a bit of adjusting he looks over his shoulder. The side had his arms crossed and played with his lip between his teeth. With a huff of air Thomas faced forward.    
“Okay…” With that Logan came behind him and kissed his neck, lapping at it softly as he trailed his fingers over his open lips, slipping a finger inside. It was unbelievably difficult to remain candid. Nothing at all was happening, according to the eyes of his friends. The heat behind him disappeared but it overwhelmed him from the inside. Once they figured out how to do this, capturing their characters on camera became so much easier because it was truly them playing their own part. Thomas’s demeanor shifted immediately, Logan completely coming out. Thomas was experiencing the feelings Logan had for the time being as he sat back. 

“Thomas, I trust I don’t have to tell you how bad of an idea that was.”  Logan began reciting his lines. This dynamic was so easy, practically natural. It gave Thomas some time to relax and just witness his ideas come to life. 

He knew Logan was almost finished so he asked for Patton to come out. A different feeling washed over the two of them as Patton appeared. Logan continued, focusing on his last few lines but his eyes drifted towards the other side, making Thomas stutter on his words slightly. They redid the shot at Logan’s request and wrapped him up. Patton had his arms wrapped around his body in a sort of self-hug as he stared at the disconnecting side and vessel, their lips unlocking from each other inconspicuously. Thomas shook out his limbs in a way of distracting himself before walking to Talyn who held up Patton’s get-up. 

Thomas changed his shirt and added his cardigan. Fixing his hair, his eyes snapped to a noise he heard in the corner as he jolted unexpectedly. Patton’s back slammed into the wall with a thud. Logan had him sandwiched within his arms, leaving no room between them. Thomas’s mouth went dry, panic simmering in the pit of his stomach. 

“Logan, what the fuck are you doing?” Thomas screamed in his mind, fear evident in his tone. He saw the other side tense before he reached down, pulling Patton’s midsection forward, holding him close to himself. Patton’s face showed he was in complete shock. Thomas wanted to run over there and pull Logan off Patton but Talyn and Joan were taking their break right next to him. He felt anxiety bubble up. Sure enough, Virgil clawed his way out, eyes in a frenzy as he watched the other two sides. He ran to them and pulled at Logan who just turned around and glared him down. He looked completely out of it: hungry. Anxiety backed away and Logan went to return to Patton, but he was already by Thomas. 

“What’s going on?” Thomas begged with his eyes. Patton’s face turned pink but he didn’t answer, kissing him softly on the lips and taking control. 

When they combined Thomas felt the rise of arousal Patton felt. He was trying to ask again but the side quieted him, standing in front of the camera.

“Thomas already has to act like we’re not here in front of people. You’re making this a hundred times harder! I don’t know what type of kinky shit this is but Patton was right to not let you do it. But you don’t listen, do you?” Virgil barked out. Thomas listened but Patton continued his lines flawlessly, completely ignoring them. 

Logan lifted a brow, walking towards Virgil. 

“You don’t understand the appeal yet?” Mid utterance Logan leaned down, lifting Virgil up until he was wrapped around his hips. Thomas gasped but Patton swallowed it down, continuing. He may be executing his lines perfectly but Thomas could feel everything; his arousal and jealousy. It was overwhelming his senses. What he didn’t expect was the absolute erratic adrenaline that came out of nowhere. With that, a panting Roman appeared, running full force; fist punching Logan square in the jaw, making him drop Virgil who fell to the ground. At this, Patton completely shut down. Thomas had to control again when the side left abruptly, running over to Logan. Thomas asked for a quick break, his obvious change in demeanor startling his friends. 

“You don’t fucking do that! Don’t you ever fucking do that! I let this shit slide too many times. Don’t fucking touch Virgil again without saying shit to me or I swear to god I  _ will _ kill you.” Roman clasped his own jaw in pain at the shared punch. He couldn’t care though; he only saw red. Logan chuckled and looked Roman in the eyes. 

“Just wanted you to join the party.” startled, Roman looked back at Thomas. He looked as though he was going crazy with the need to be physically involved in whatever the hell was happening. 

“You’re insane, completely off your shit! You know that?” Virgil huffed out as he got up and stood by Roman who wrapped a comforting arm around his waist. Patton had straightened Logan’s glasses with a sympathetic but cold glare. With an amused smirk, Logan brought Patton’s hands to his lips, an apologetic feeling flowing off the logical side. 

Roman’s eyes visibly softened at Logan’s public display of affection. 

“Alright, we need to finish up Patton’s last two lines and then we’re all good to move on to Roman,” Joan called out to a dazed Thomas. He nodded and got up, looking over to where Patton stood, asking for him to come back. Patton looked noticeably calmer after Logan’s apology. With a soft kiss, they reconnected, jumping right back into filming. The three sides watched, Anxiety still wrapped up in Roman’s arms. Logan’s arms were crossed as he leans back into the wall. He reached up to his jaw, massaging the pain away. Roman looked over, raking his eyes over the bruising skin. He couldn’t help himself, he leaned over and latched his lips to the other side’s jaw, nipping at the skin there. Letting go of Virgil he got closer to Logan, pressing deeper into his skin, tasting the other side. Logan’s eyes fluttered shut as Roman trailed lower on his neck, grazing his tongue over his Adam's apple before sucking on it. Logan spread his legs slightly, gripping at the prince’s hips to bring him closer. When Patton finished, he disconnects immediately but stands by Thomas, watching the shameless display. Virgil walks over to the couch and curls up, facing the opposite way of the other two sides. Virgil visibly trembles as they press up against each other. 

“It’s Roman’s turn, woot-woot,” Talyn calls out sweetly, exhaustion playing on their face. Roman was Talyn’s favorite side so they scurried to the outfits to get his clothes. Thomas looks on with panic mirroring Virgil’s. Roman keeps his eyes closed and moves up to Logan’s lips, sucking and biting at Logic’s lower. He grinds hard against Logan before moving away. Logic moves to snatch at Roman’s arm but he’s too fast, slamming his lips into Thomas’s, plump from his previous ministrations. An air of pure sexual energy flows off of Thomas’s body. He moves with sensuality as he peels off his glasses, stripping off his articles of clothing shamelessly as the other sides watch Roman control Thomas’s body. 

“How the hell do you still have energy Thomas, we’ve been going for hours.” Joan stretched, hopping up back behind the camera. 

  
“Great stamina,” Roman winked. Thomas was so embarrassed but Joan chuckled and lifted a surprised brow. Roman dribbled his lines like silk. Watching Princey’s performance, Logan slipped his fingers through the knot of his tie, tugging it off. Patton was frozen as he watched Logic walk towards Roman. Kneeling down, Logan placed his hands on Thomas’s hips. Inside, Thomas pounded, trying to regain control. Virgil shot up out of his seat when he saw Logan mouth at his clothed cock. 

Closing his eyes and tilting his head down for a moment Roman whispered, 

“I finally understand what you meant,” Joan tilted their head, confused but Thomas just shook his head, smiling apologetically and restarting. Logan mouthed at him and began trailing his lips upwards, latching onto Thomas’s neck and wrapping an arm around his back, reaching down to massage his ass. Roman did not stutter once. Patton had Virgil in his arms, holding the other side back from intervening. His own hand covered his mouth as his face glowed pink. 

Virgil had a tight grip on the arms wrapped around him as he panted, head lolling to the side as he watched with drooping lids. 

Logan was not happy about how composed Roman was. With wandering hands, he brought a hand to Thomas’s front, palming at the growing bulge there. Thomas slams out, taking back control with a loud frustrated scream. This outburst was midline, peaking the audio and having Joan rip off their headphones. 

“What the fuck Thomas?!” Joan rubbed their ears in pain as Thomas heaved in deep breaths. 

“Holy shit Joan I’m so sorry.” Thomas spared a glance down, noticing a slight tent. Thank god Roman’s shirt was long. As Joan huffed their way back to the kitchen to grab a drink, Thomas looked around the room at his sides. Roman was on the ground; it seemed as though he was propelled forward by Thomas kicking him out. Virgil looked at Roman with eyes filled with bewilderment and betrayal. Patton kept to himself, standing as far away as he can from the other sides. Logan just sat with a smirk, tie still undone and clothes wrinkled. Roman got up and turned to Thomas, motioning for him to give him his lips in an impatient manner. 

“No, what the fuck? You don’t just do that.” Realizing what he did, Thomas snapped his head to his friends. 

“Who are you talking to?” Talyn asked, looking up from their laptop.

Abruptly Roman launched at his face and kissed him.

“It’s late. I think finally I lost it, guys.” Roman laughed. With an odd look, Talyn returned to their computer screen, taking a sip of ginger ale. They finished up Roman’s shoot and it was time for Anxiety. Planting Thomas down on the chair Joan worked on his left eye and Talyn on his right. They smudged the black eye shadow and tried tight lining Thomas’s eye but he swatted them away saying he can do it himself. Virgil stayed curled up on the sofa, eyeing down the makeup with appreciation but he was still shaken up. 

“Bud, come on already,” Thomas said to Virgil in his head. Virgil wrapped his arms tighter around himself and tears began to burn at his eyes. Roman’s eyes widened as he saw this, running towards him. Before he could meet the other side Virgil jumped up and kissed Thomas, eyes turning red at the unshed tears. Virgil got in front of the camera a bit dazed, exhaustion and unsteadiness on full display. 

“Ya alright there Thomas?” It seemed as though Joan has had enough of whatever Thomas is doing, their face completely unamused and impatient. With a shaky hand, Virgil managed a half-hearted thumbs up. Joan nodded and began filming. Roman walked over and stood in front of Virgil, trying to meet his eyes. Anxiety ignored him for a bit but soon got frustrated. When a particularly agitated moment came in the script, he let it all out. 

“Princey, you’re only bringing about more trouble and you know this.” Virgil bit out. Roman nodded exasperatedly, wrapping his arms around Thomas and placing his chin on his shoulder. Below the frame, Virgil brought a hand down softly on Roman’s hip. Joan was looking through what the camera was capturing so they didn’t see the odd action; Talyn preoccupied with something on their laptop as well. This may have been the case but Thomas began to panic. Anxiety removed his hand but still continued with Roman wrapped around him like a koala. 

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Filming  _ finally  _ came to an end and now it was time to edit. Distancing himself from his sides he was able to focus on his friends. They ordered some food and split up the work evenly, each situating themselves comfortably for the night since days like this they would sleep in the living room. They turned on some music and began to edit. 

After about an hour of editing, Thomas looked down. Virgil and Roman were wrapped up in each other's arms whispering softly to one another. A pouty Patton was getting his fingers played with as he tried to ignore Logan’s sporadic peppered kisses. Thomas’s chest warmed at the sight, his body melting slightly into the couch; warm affection rose from his skin. Roman looked over to Thomas when he noticed a pause in Thomas’s productivity. With the smallest grin that Thomas might have miss seen, he shut his eyes and brought his lips to Virgil’s soft ones. The sound of their light smack of lips had Thomas’s own mouth parting slightly. He followed their languid movements with desire. Roman maneuvers Virgil until he is laying flat against the carpet, Roman melting comfortably between his legs. Thomas’s face turned red once he remembered he wasn’t alone. Looking over to his friends he sees them gently tapping still, only sparing a quick glance at him since he was staring. He hears a soft croon come from his side. Anxiety’s toes curled, Roman’s body softly rubbing down into him. Thomas tilted his head back against the couch but kept his eyes on the two sides. His view was shielded a bit since Roman’s back took up most of his sight but he knew exactly what he had done when he heard a mewl come from Anxiety, muffled by Roman’s lips. He felt it too. Roman had slipped a finger inside of Virgil. 

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“Roman...you...you need to stop.” Roman pumped his fingers deep inside of Virgil. 

“This, uh” Anxiety cuts himself off with a moan. 

“This is what Patton wanted to avoid. Mmh.” Virgil licked his lips as he hummed in pleasure. His objections failing to hold any weight.

Patton’s tongue lolled slightly at the feeling of Roman’s fingers, endorphins flowing through his head. Logan looked over at the other couple and then down at Patton. This couldn’t go further, his friends are right here and this was beyond unnatural. Thomas’s breathing began to pick up as Logan pulled at Patton’s sweatpants, turning him over to his stomach. Whatever previous objections made against Logan and Roman now were completely gone. Thomas couldn’t understand why of all times they thought this was appropriate for right now. 

Then it clicked. After the couch incident, something changed between his sides. Logan must have brought it up and created the idea of messing around while Thomas’s friends were here. Patton and Virg have to have had objected and Roman was undecided until Logan began messing around without consent in order to force Princey to get involved. 

“Bingo,” Logan uttered right before pulling Patton’s now bare flesh towards his face. Wetness dragged over Thomas’s entrance and he jumped slightly were he sat. Anxiety gasped in a heavy breath, looking over at Logan. Roman’s jealousy got the better of him and he nipped at his boyfriend’s neck, pressing his fingers deeper right as Logan delved his tongue into Patton. A squeak left Thomas and Talyn looked over to him. 

“Almost deleted something I shouldn’t. We’re good.” Thomas made up quickly, adjusting the pillow on his lap that propped up his laptop. 

Patton pushed down on Logan’s tongue, making it go deeper and he let out a breathless moan. The carpet rubbed at his jostling knees, nails digging into the floor below. 

“Holy fuck,” Thomas breathed out quietly, masked by the music playing. Virgil swayed his hips, fucking himself onto the fingers in him. Thomas felt moisture on his entrance, saliva making his pants stick slightly to his backside. Looking at the clock Joan closed their computer, playfully batting close Talyn’s. 

“Bedtime, we can finish in the morning.” Talyn rubbed their eyes and got up to join Joan’s side of the couch. Thomas didn’t dare move or utter a single syllable if he wasn’t directly talked to. They laughed and pulled a blanket over the two of them, shouting out a quick goodnight to Thomas before lowering the music. 

The noises his sides make can be as shameless as they want because no one can hear them, but Thomas, unfairly, has to swallow every damn reaction he has. He didn’t know what to do when Logan walked towards him. He didn’t know what to do when he slowly slipped off his pants and lifted his legs. Didn’t know what to do when Logan pressed thickly against him and slipped past his tight muscles. Thomas’s arms shook at sides as he stared wildly, lip caught firmly between his teeth. His abdomen jolted as Logan pressed deeper, spreading and filling him up. His hands were in fists, grabbing at the couch below him as Logan bottomed out. He heard a huff from Joan, a sleep filled promise of snores to come. This is what they were talking about. Logic’s voyeurism kink. His pillow and computer hiding where his pants were pulled down, completely hidden from anyone that saw him. Logan began to pull out, a heated smirk blossoming at the pure insanity on Thomas’s face. Thomas’s head knocked back at the first thrust, eyes slamming shut. He heard his computer click close and Logan leaned down closer to him,

“Now you can worry about me and Patton’s argument…” Logan growled out deeply before pressing into him harder, face nuzzling into his neck. Thomas couldn’t believe this was something Logan wanted, it was so,  _ illogical _ . It jeopardized everything. But that was exactly it. 

His cock grazed the plump pillow between them. Logan slammed at Thomas’s insides but words being spoken broke his attention. 

“Permission?” Logan looked over to Roman; stalling his next thrust, making Thomas choke back a whine. Princey was practically salivating at the sight of both Virgil and Patton withering because of Logan. 

“Fuck. Yes.” Logan hissed out, slamming home; watching the two of them call out simultaneously but completely different. 

Roman looked to Pat for permission as well and with a nod, he grabbed the side’s legs and pulled him towards himself. Virgil propped up on his elbows from laying down and was met with his boyfriend’s hand between a pink-faced Morality’s legs. Patton’s legs quivered as Roman twisted his hand, slicking him up. Roman watched Virgil as he did so, stopping to open Anxiety’s legs further and pull him closer. Patton looked widely down at Virgil as Roman gripped his length, circling the dark trait’s rim with his tip. Amused at Patton’s expression, Virgil brought his hands down, spreading himself with one and leading Pat in with the other. Morality’s breath hitched at the display, Virgil humming; finally getting physically filled. At the sensation Patton snapped his hips forward accidentally, surprisingly Virgil took it all, groaning out with a smile at him bottoming out. Pat’s glasses were seconds from falling off his nose. Roman trailed his nails from Patton’s shoulders, down his back before spreading the other trait with two hands. Achingly, Patton pushed back into the hands, eager to be filled and shaking from the tightness around his cock.  Anxiety clenched and press his hips down into Patton’s right as Roman began pressing in. Thomas’s mouth dropped open, head falling forwards against Logan. Patton let out the happiest moan. He didn’t even know moans _could_ _be_ happy. 

Roman used Patton’s body to set the pace of his thrusts, pulling him back onto himself and fucking into Virgil. Anxiety mewled happily and met the thrusts. Roman felt Patton’s body uncontrollably flutter around him. He brought his hands to the other trait’s chest and played with his unbelievably hard nipples, guiding their thrusts purely on his brutal hips’ pace. Patton’s weight was held up entirely by Roman as his legs began to quake. His glasses had fogged up from these two men and his own, sweat slicking up all three bodies. Virgil road Patton’s member, milking him for everything he’s worth. Pat reached a hand behind to Roman’s hip, begging for him to slow down his brutal pace, abusing his prostate. 

“Faster,” Logan smirked as he said these words. Roman listened, sending him back an even dirtier smile. After 3 more thrusts, it was about all Patton could take, brows knitting at the constant push and pull of his walls and the warm sleeve squeezing his flaming arousal. He snapped, throbbing wetness painting Virgil’s insides as he happily took it all. Roman circled his hips directly on the poor man’s abused prostate. 

“Virg...Virg how the hell do you deal with hi-” His high hitch interrupts himself. 

“I have a thing for overstimulation,” Virgil explained. Roman groaned happily into Patton’s neck at Anxiety’s words. 

“It was good for a moment but you can stop now,” Patton said breathlessly. Roman slipped out slowly and Virgil slid off of Patton’s spent cock. 

Once Patton had left from between the two lovers, Roman delved straight into Anxiety’s heat. Virgil chuckled at his eagerness but melted right into their motions. 

“He spread you out real good for me, hm?” Virgil locked his legs behind Roman keeping him deep inside him. Instead of responding, Anxiety slipped his tongue out and Roman wrapped his lips around it, sucking on it softly. Thomas’s cock jolted angrily as wetness dripped for it, face practically purple from staying silent from Logan’s relentless thrusts. His composure finally burst when Logan began jackhammering him into the couch, spilling his seed into his willing body. He couldn’t believe that he found another way to be inside him. 

He brought an arm up and bit into it, silencing the sobs that wanted to escape. Thomas spilled all over the pillow on his lap at the feeling of being filled. As Logan began pulling out, Thomas clenched, trying to hold onto every drop he was given as Logan softly pulled his pants back up. Returning back to the sleepy Morality he wrapped up behind him and pulled him in close, kissing his red cheeks

High sated moans came from Virgil as Roman ground his hips deeply within his boyfriend, sliding smoothly because of Patton’s come. It was the type of fuck that has you on the edge all night and has you sighing contentedly at how good it feels. Their bodies looked like one from how close they were and how deeply they were connected. Patton watched them with a finger languidly in his mouth. It was so sensual it had even those that came already thirsty for more. Virg lifts his hips at the exact same time Roman’s slides down, wet noises between them echoing. Anxiety’s hands trail down every part of Roman’s body, eyes completely shut. Roman caging him in as though what he's doing to the other side is only meant for their bodies only. At this thought Roman delved even deeper, bringing a hand down to stroke at his lover’s member, rubbing his slit. Virgil pitch grew higher as his body rose up further into Roman’s, seemingly trying to escape his body. With a beaming smile Virgil tilting his head back, eyes opening only enough to show his pupils rolling to the back of his head as he comes between them, stuttering at the intensity. Roman pulls at Virgil’s head softly, leaning down to kiss him. The exact same sensuality from their bodies radiating in their kiss. Virgil purred at the oversensitivity he felt, carding his hands through his prince’s hair. Virgil’s thighs were soaked and Roman pulled out, rubbing against the mess that dribbled down his thighs. The friction was delicious and it had his angry member weeping in seconds. 

More white joined together onVirgil’s thighs. Roman shakenly gathered as much as he could on his cock, pushing it right back into his lover.  

This was a party Thomas did not expect at all to be a part of. 

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_ Fin _

 

**Author's Note:**

> Comments are appreciated :,}


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